Woman is the light of God.

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.

We alchemists look for talent that can heat up and change. Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back, well-enough getting by? Not here.

I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.

We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.